So I have been surfing around the blogisphere and I am feeling simultaneously envious and miffed. I check out dooce when I can which always leads me to other sites like Pioneer Woman. It's endless. I am envious of their traffic but I am not even sure I could warrant that much attention. Do I really have anything to say that is of interest, are they really saying anything that is that interesting or are we all doing it just to be in the soup, to be involved and occasionally have our little voices heard.
Maybe I am blogging in the wrong arena. No offense to my mama bloggers but maybe I should be more of a blogger activist. My world view is a bit grim but perhaps I could make a difference in this fucked up world through blogging. For example, if dooce gets 400 comments per day blogging about pretty inane stuff, imagine what would happen if all those millions of bloggers and blog followers stopped you know paying their taxes for example until the the war in Iraq ended. I realize that kind of talk is subversive but what if we thought about using the medium to better effect. Of course I have never even searched for these other blog opportunities, why? Because of course I am too busy working and yes raising my kid, and generally dealing with the mundane details of my life.
I'm really itchy right now. I will be 45 this year ( how the fuck did that happen) and I have been doing my work for over 20 years, I have a great life AND I want something more. But what? The restaurant is just a bizarre diversion. (I ran some numbers last night, what I am thinking?) Maybe activism is the answer. I just know that surfing around looking at pretty blogs and feeling envious of their ads and traffic is a bit infantile when there is so much to be fixed in our beautiful world.
This week I listened to the Dalai Lama, Desmond Tutu, and Pope Benedict XVI, and none of them once mentioned, their hair, their fat asses or their cute pets. These guys are functioning on a different plain and I want to get there.
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Really the dalai lama never mentioned his ass not even once?
It's the robes. His ass could be huge and no one would know.
I am going to get a robe for my fat ass - I always knew the Dalai Lama was a wise, wise man.
I hear you on this topic. I have been reading other blogs - and cracking up, and relating and at times being overwhelmed by the underwhelming-ness of it all. I don't know why I am doing it. Probably because typing is easier than writing it out longhand in a journal, and here you get occasional feedback.
I have been thinking about the MORE recently tooI Then I think, "Yah, like when and with WHAT time?"
It's all the start of the process though. Keep at it, your next thing is out there.
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